CARRYING A GUN

Somebody's father, husband, lover or son 
Thought it would be cool to carry a gun 
To kill a fellow human in the name of war 
I scratch my head as I'm not so sure 

Kill or be killed this gent would be told 
As the horrors were now starting to unfold 
What did this man think when he saw blood
The coolness now gives way to being misunderstood 

I'm sure this man will now be scarred
In his after war life will be difficult and hard 
Carrying a gun is not all its cracked up to be
In this poem I'm sure you can plainly see